Existential Emptiness

Last night in the darkness,

And in my haste,

And in my frustration of only having been given one packet of barbecue sauce for 10 chicken nuggets,

I lost one of my nuggets-

Which went unnoticed

Until this morning

In the broad light of day

When I opened the car door

And in frustration

And disappointment I found it

Lying there on the floor of my car

Lonely and cold.

Which explains that nagging sense of emptiness that would not leave me all the way home. I was a nugget short and had an existential awareness of it somewhere in the dark reaches of my soul.

[I think I heard the voice of Billy Collins in my head when I wrote this little nugget of a poem-like-thing.]